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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.