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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.