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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Wire,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.