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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.