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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.