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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Count Five to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
The Residents,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.