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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.