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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.