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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
CMW,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.