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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Wings,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.