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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.