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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
New Order,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.