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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.