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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.