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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.