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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.