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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Little Man,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.