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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.