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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.