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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.