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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 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 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.