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 United States and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.