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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.