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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.