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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.