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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.