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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.