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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.