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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.