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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Index,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.