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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.