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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.