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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.