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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.