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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.