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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.