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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.