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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.