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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
New Order,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.