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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.