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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.