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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.