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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Interpol,
the Human League,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.