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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
cv313,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.