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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.