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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.