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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Visage,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.