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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.