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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.