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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.