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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.