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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Can,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.