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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Magma,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.