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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Slave,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.