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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.