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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.