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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.