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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Inner City,
AZ,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.