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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.