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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
10cc,
Organ,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.