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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
The Move,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.