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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.