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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.