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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Visage,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.