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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.