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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.