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 United States and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.