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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.