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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Smog,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.