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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.