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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.