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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Bauhaus 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Ten City,
Index,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.