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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.