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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.