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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.