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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.