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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.