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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.