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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.