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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.