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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.