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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.