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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.