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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.