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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.