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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.