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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Normal,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.