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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.