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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.