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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.