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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.