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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.