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 India and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.