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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.