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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.