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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.