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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.