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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Zeros 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.