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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.