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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Names,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.