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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.