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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
the Germs,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Move,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.