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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.