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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.