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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Can,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.