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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.