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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.