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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.