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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Gong,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.