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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.