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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.