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 Panama 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.