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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Can,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.