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 Peru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.