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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.