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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Magma,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.