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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Yaz,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.