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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.