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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.