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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
UT,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.