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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.