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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.