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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Names,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.