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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.