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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.