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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.