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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Scientists,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Move,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.