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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.