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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.