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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.