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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.