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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.