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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.