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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.