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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.