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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order 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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.