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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.