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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.