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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.