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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.