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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.