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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.