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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.