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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.