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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.