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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.