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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.