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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.