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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.