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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.