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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.