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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.