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 India and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.