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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.