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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.