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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.