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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.