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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.