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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.