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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.