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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.