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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.