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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.