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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.