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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Monks,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.