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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.