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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Organ,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.