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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Scion,
Skaos,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.