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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.