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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.