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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.