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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.