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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.