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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.