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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.