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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.