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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.