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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.