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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.