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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.