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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Can,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.