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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.