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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 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 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.