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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.