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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.