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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.