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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.