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 Israel 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.