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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Wings,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.