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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.