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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.