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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.