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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.