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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.