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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.