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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.