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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.