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-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.