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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Japan,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.