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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.