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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.