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 Japan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.