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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.