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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.