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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.