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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.