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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.