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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.