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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.