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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.