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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.