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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.