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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.