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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
10cc,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.