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 Georgia and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.