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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.