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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Can,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.