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 Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.