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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.