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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.