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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.