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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.