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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.