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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.