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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.