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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.