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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.