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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Smog,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.