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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.