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 France 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.