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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.