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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.