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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.