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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.