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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Monolake,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.