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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Gong,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.