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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.