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 India and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.