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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.