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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.