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 Thailand and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.