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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Busters,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.