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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
X-102,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.