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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.