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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.