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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.