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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.