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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Smog,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.