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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.