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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.