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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
MC5,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.