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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.