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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.