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 China and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.