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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Mars,
Nico,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.