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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.