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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
the Germs,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.