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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.