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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.