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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.