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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.