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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.