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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.