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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.