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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.