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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.