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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.