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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.