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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.