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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.