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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Organ,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.