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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.