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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.