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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.