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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.