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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.