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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.