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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.