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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.