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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.