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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.