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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 James White and The Blacks 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.