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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.