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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Q65,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.