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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.