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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.