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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.