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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Inner City,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
cv313,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.