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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.