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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.