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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.