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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.