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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.