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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
DNA,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.