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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.