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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.