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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
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.