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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.