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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Wire,
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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.