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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.