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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.