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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.