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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Moebius,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.