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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.