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 India and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.