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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.