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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Roxette,
Unwound,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.