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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Pole,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.