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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.