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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.