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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.