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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.