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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.