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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.