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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.