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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.