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 Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.