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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.