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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Index,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.