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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.