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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Television,
Motorama,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.