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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Scion,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.