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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Japan,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.