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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.