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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.