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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.