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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.