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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.