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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.