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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.