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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.