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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.