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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.