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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.