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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.