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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Television,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.