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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.