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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.