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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.