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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.