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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Television,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.