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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.