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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Wings,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.