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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.