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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.