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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.