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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.