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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.