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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.