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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.