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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.