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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.