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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.