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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.