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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.