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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Moebius,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.