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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.