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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.