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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.