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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
DNA,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.