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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.