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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.