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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Japan to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.