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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.