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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.