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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.