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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.