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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.