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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.