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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.