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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.