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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.