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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.