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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
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Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.