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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.