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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.