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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.