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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.