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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.