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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Mars,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.