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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.