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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Names,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.