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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.