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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.