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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.