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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.