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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.