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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.