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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.