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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.