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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.