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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.