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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.