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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Sound,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.