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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.