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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.