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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Human League,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Fall,
cv313,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
UT,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.