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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.