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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.