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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.