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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.