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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.