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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Inner City,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
ABC,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.