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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.