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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.