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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Pylon,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.