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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Jandek,
X-102,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.