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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.