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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.