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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
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AZ,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.