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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.