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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.