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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.