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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.