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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.