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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
cv313,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Swans,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.