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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.