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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.