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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
X-101,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.