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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.