Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.