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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.