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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.