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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.