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 Malta and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.