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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Visage,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.