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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.