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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.