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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.