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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.