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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Skaos,
UT,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.