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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.