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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.