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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.