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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.