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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.