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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.