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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Jandek,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.