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 Egypt and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.