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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.