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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.