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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.