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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
UT,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.