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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.