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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.