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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.