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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.