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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Scion,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.