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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.