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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.