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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.