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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.