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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.