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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Little Man,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.