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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.