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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.