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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.