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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.