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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Mars,
Kas Product,
June Days,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.