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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.