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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.