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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.