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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.