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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.