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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.