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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.