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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
UT,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.