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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Television,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.