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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.