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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.