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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Names,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.