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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.