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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.