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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.