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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.