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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.