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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.