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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.