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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.