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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.