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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.