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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.