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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Nico,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.