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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.