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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.