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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.