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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.