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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.