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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Magma,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.