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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Aswad,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.