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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Monks,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.