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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.