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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Can,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
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.