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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Litter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.