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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.