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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
PIL,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.