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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.