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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.