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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.