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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.