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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.