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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.