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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.