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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.