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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.