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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.