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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.