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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.