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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.