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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.