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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.