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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.